My friendships with people have gotten to be more and more interesting. Friends are now collaborators in various projects.
For example:
There is one person I found somehow through the internet. We have various things in common: both are photographers, experimental musicians, etc. We have eachothers' phone numbers, but had never spoken to eachother. Sometimes a phonecall is made, but it's sound. Noises. Live improvisational music projected at this stranger (or, more often, their voicemail).
We've barely written to oneanother and never spoken a word. Just the sounds.
The other night I called her, intent on making more noises for her. My finger was poised, hovering above a button. After several rings, she answered. Rather than say "hello," she startled me. In this way-off, sleepy voice she announced:
"I was just... THINKING... about.. you.."
I couldn't press the button. After a ridiculously long pregnant pause, I gave in. I spoke to her. It was completely surreal, as though I was having a conversation with a fictitious character.
I have more situations like this than usual human interaction lately. I work, I come home, I work on my projects. Every once in a while someone visits, but invariably they get sucked into a project as well.
This is a happy way to live life.
For example:
There is one person I found somehow through the internet. We have various things in common: both are photographers, experimental musicians, etc. We have eachothers' phone numbers, but had never spoken to eachother. Sometimes a phonecall is made, but it's sound. Noises. Live improvisational music projected at this stranger (or, more often, their voicemail).
We've barely written to oneanother and never spoken a word. Just the sounds.
The other night I called her, intent on making more noises for her. My finger was poised, hovering above a button. After several rings, she answered. Rather than say "hello," she startled me. In this way-off, sleepy voice she announced:
"I was just... THINKING... about.. you.."
I couldn't press the button. After a ridiculously long pregnant pause, I gave in. I spoke to her. It was completely surreal, as though I was having a conversation with a fictitious character.
I have more situations like this than usual human interaction lately. I work, I come home, I work on my projects. Every once in a while someone visits, but invariably they get sucked into a project as well.
This is a happy way to live life.
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you're visiting chicago? i loved it there, minus my hellish living situation and the frigid as fuck winters. summers are awwwesome there.
two questions, what mutual friend do we have? and, do you know where i'd be able to get darkroom access around these parts?